Chapter 25
Ivan
Lost All Control
This was insanity. Blood rushed through my ears as I carried her over to the bed, then set her down on the floor. But my arms locked around her, keeping her in place. My chest was bare, and she struggled not to touch me.
“Ivan, please,” she whispered, her voice full of sorrow.
“It’s my night, isn’t it?” I replied as I ran my fingertips down her arms.
She remained silent, though her breathing picked up. I could tell this was torture for her as well. Leave her and do what you intended. Walk away now. My mind raced with each second that passed between us.
“Earlier when I kissed you, you made those tiny noises you always make. It reminded me of so many times before. How they always start out so quiet and then grow into desperate, loud moans as you cry out for me,” I murmured in her ear.
At my words, she shivered in my arms, and I pressed against her. The warmth of her body warned me I was playing a losing game.
“I wonder how long it will be before you’re dripping for me?” I teased, unable to contain myself.
Her lashes fluttered shut, a shiver rippling through her. For a fleeting second, something dark and selfish in me reveled in it. In how her body still reacted to mine, even now. My hand shifted from her arm, sliding beneath the hem of her dress to trace the soft underside of her breasts.
A sharp inhale gave her away, breath hitching as she fought the sound trying to escape. My mouth trailed from her ear to her throat, where I lingered—my tongue and teeth working over the delicate skin before I sucked hard, leaving the first of many marks I planned to give.
“How bad do you want to touch me right now?” I asked, seeing her flex her fingers against her legs.
“Please, you’re tormenting me, Blade.”
“Not yet, I’m not. Give me another minute, though, and I’ll see what I can do,” I murmured against her neck.
Slipping my hand down her body, I spoke again.
“You like that, don’t you? My rough, calloused fingertips sliding over your silky-soft skin.
Are those goose bumps?” I moved across her stomach, feeling it flinch under my touch.
Changing course, I inched my hand toward her nipples. “What about if I do this? Would you like me to touch these?” I caressed the tight, hard buds through her bra. The way her lips parted, and the quiet moan that finally escaped her lips, was beautiful.
“Like that. Such a sweet fucking sound,” I whispered in her ear.
My lips moved to hers, and I kissed her once more. It was all-consuming, leaving both of us completely breathless. I pinched her nipples through the fabric, wanting to exert my control but secretly feeling like she owned me.
“Use your safeword,” I said, my voice sounding almost painful. I released my hold on her nipples and moved to grab her hips, pulling her against me.
“Ivan, please,” she whimpered. “I can’t take it.”
Hearing her desperation had me reeling and feeling lost all over again, stuck in some kind of tortured haze. I pushed the dress up as I kissed her deeper. My hands grabbed her ass cheeks and cupped them lovingly.
Squeezing them, I kneaded the soft flesh of her ass as one of my hands moved under the fabric of her panties. There was a haunted look about her, as if she were at war with herself.
Love, desire, confusion, hurt, and even anger reflected in her gaze. With a shake of my head, I tightened my hold on her ass Soft kisses landed on her thighs, each one a contradiction I couldn’t untangle.
Being this close to her pussy, I couldn’t help but search for her throbbing clit through the thin lace covering it. A groan slipped from her lips as her knees buckled, and her hands flew to my shoulders to steady herself. The sudden touch snapped my gaze upward, freezing me in place.
“Tell me to stop,” I whispered, the words torn from a part of me that didn’t know what the hell I was doing anymore.
I waited, begging in silence, for her to push me away, to pull me back from the edge I had no business teetering on. But she didn’t. So I gave in. Ducking my head, I pressed my face to her inner thigh, dragging my beard across her soft skin, rough enough to leave a trace.
The scent of her arousal was thick and overwhelming, hitting me hard in the chest. So close, too close. It made my head spin and ache with a craving I didn’t deserve.
But I couldn’t stop.
“Such a slutty little pussy.” I was completely unhinged, starving for a taste.
I dipped my hands under her panties and slid them off. A beautiful shudder racked through her body as they passed her knees. She lifted one foot at a time once I went to remove them.
“Take your clothes off. I want to look at this body one last time,” I growled. She moved to obey while I stood, taking deep, even breaths, trying to regain control of my emotions.
I need one more night with her. Just one. A part of me hated that I’d given her so much power over me.
“Last chance, use your safeword,” I barked, causing her to jump. I stood there watching her, praying for the words.
Please, I wanted to shout, let me redeem myself.
If she would but say the word, I would walk away. But as it was, I was drowning in her. Once she was naked before me, I kneeled back down, eye level with her pussy. Leaning forward, I breathed in.
The calloused hands she loved so much glided over the smooth stretch of her thighs, earning a shiver that told me just how ready she was. My thumbs stroked her pussy lips and parted them while I stared, mesmerized by the swollen pink flesh pulsing before me.
I leaned forward and licked her clit lightly.
With one little taste of her, I knew I was gone.
Madness consumed me, and any light left inside surrendered to the shadows.
Her eyes closed as a loud gasp left her lips, and I matched it with a groan of my own.
She was mouthwatering, fucking tasted like honey, sweet, and so Kinsley.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I can, and I want this pussy dripping and raw.” I spread her wetness all over my face and beard, running my tongue over her clit and down to her ass, then back up.
Burying my tongue inside, I teased her tender flesh.
My brothers hadn’t wasted any time in fucking our girl swollen.
Over and over, I tormented her, tasting every inch of her.
Her knees shook against the onslaught of sensations.
And when I nipped her clit, she jerked, moaning my name, and then tried to pull her legs together.
“Don’t you even fucking think about it.” I shoved her knees apart for better access and pulled her against my mouth, my hands squeezing her ass as I sucked and lapped her pussy.
Knowing Nik had claimed her ass for himself, I angled her body so I could tongue it. I couldn’t help but want to take a small part of this from the two of them. The madness truly ran through my veins like a sickness.
“Blade, don’t do this. Nik didn’t do anything to you,” she breathed before yanking my hair hard enough to pull me away.
How the hell she knew my thoughts only reminded me of the fucking connection we had. In response, I bit the inside of her thigh, breaking the skin and tasting blood. I expected her to smack me, shove me away. Instead, she rocked her pussy against my face wildly, losing herself.
Within a minute, her breathing lost control, and I knew she was close. She was right on the edge where I wanted her. A strangled moan greeted me as her juices dripped, and I lapped it all up. Fuck, she tasted heavenly.
“Ivan, I need…”
“You like that, huh? My tongue licking you, tasting you, sucking you?” I taunted, as she whimpered in frustration.
Diving back in, I needed to satisfy the addiction I had to her taste. She shoved my head away in defiance, yet the word I longed to hear remained bottled up inside her. Glaring, I grabbed her hands in mine.
“You know how this works. Don’t play games with me.
Say the fucking word or stop denying me what is mine tonight,” I growled as I buried my face back between her thighs.
“Tonight, this fucking pussy belongs to me. You’ll give it to me any way I want it.
This is your last reminder. There is only one word I want to hear from you. It’s krasnyy and nothing else.”
Licking her for only a minute had her right there on edge again. Pulling back, I relished her sobs. Denying her what I expertly crafted and built made me want to shout. And sweet surrender reflected in her eyes as she realized my plan.
“Good, now you understand.” I stood up, leaned in, and kissed her.